Friday, May 30, 2025

Ashamed


For a long while, I didn't know how to react or which side to pick.

I cried for the children on both sides; they don't deserve any of this.

For a long while, I didn't go with my Berkeley friends to the street,

didn't wear the T-shirt that reads "From the river to the sea".

But I respected and admired my friends who were adamant and vocal.

 Now, the picture is entirely different,

and everything has gone out of control.

At this point,

how can we still remain silent???

All of them are dying; they are being genocided.

The children are murdered one by one.

The babies are starved into skeletons.

They are slowly being wiped out from the face of Earth.

How can we carry on our lives as if nothing is happening?

Aren't we ashamed of ourselves?

We are all culprits, living in a time when genocide is happening, 

and we did nothing about it!!!

We did nothing about it!!!





Thursday, May 29, 2025

Our story

"...with detailed descriptions about the past events..." "What? You've been writing about the events? In a secret site?" "Yes, I never stopped writing. And no, it's not on a secret site, well, anymore." "What?! Where?" "Well. You know where, you just haven't been there for years." "What? Nooo! You stopped updating your blog years ago, no?" "Who told you that? I have never stopped. Writing is my life." 

I don't admire the character in "Sex and the City" in any sense, and no, I have no intention of making my blog a popular sex blog. It has been a process, a necessary step, a liberating move, to openly write about my other world and post it here. It's part of my journey, and it's part of me. At the end of the day, it's just a woman's personal diary; whoever reads it is at her grace. She is being kind and generous to share her journey with them. 

I have been writing about our extravagant events in this public blog for almost a month now, and I have been aware that it's my responsibility to inform Raj about it. So when he took me out last night to celebrate the 17th anniversary of our first meet-up, I told him about it. 

"Whose fault is that? You stopped coming to my blog to read, okay? I sent you links, I wanted your opinions, but you didn't have time for me. So I got used to it and stopped involving you. My blog has always been here. Nothing has changed. I have stood my ground."  

Raj is happy for me and excited to read all at once. He knew all that happened; he was informed by me about my feelings and emotions. We have nothing to hide from each other, and we also decided that we have nothing to hide from the world. We proudly stand by our choices and actions, together. 

"I feel so in love with you. I am swept by your confidence and courage, it's so absolutely enticing and charming!" That's about the summary of Raj's reaction after he spent hours reading through my recent entries while waiting for me to finish my music rehearsal after dining out.  

He only had one concern: "Don't reveal our friends' (who appeared in my sex events) identity." Ya, for sure! Their secrets are safe with me! Our sexual partners who eventually become our friends, too, I would protect them! "Other than that, ha, I am so proud of you for having the courage to live this life and unapologetically being you." "Ya, so if one day some friends or people come up to you showing you my blog, reply to them proudly, 'Oh, you are also a fan of my wife?? Good for you!! I have been her fan since the very beginning! She writes well, right? Do you like our stories? We live a fabulous life, don't we?' And when our kids grow up, say 25 years old, that's the time when things could possibly go off, in my estimation, they read our stories from my blog, they would be freaking proud of us! Cheering and clapping for us." 

I genuinely don't think people in today's world have the humility and patience to come to my blog and read. But juicy stuff like what I have been writing for the past month? It's an entirely different story. It has the potential to go off and explode one day, if stuff like that keeps coming this way. And talking about being in the center or being the cause of explosions, that's me, it's written in my fate and stars. Wherever I go, in China, France, or America, using Chinese, English, or French, no matter what I do, things would go off when the time comes. I can't let that stop me or alter what I want to do with my life.

Raj then spent more hours today reading through many old entries. "You stopped writing around 2015, 2016, alright? Only 2, 3 posts per year. That's why I assumed you would never write blogs anymore. I've been on all the platforms of your social media accounts, used to read your writings on the old YouTube account's Community section, your FB, Insta, Twitter..." "Ya.... 2015, 2016... that was the time when I completely lost myself because of motherhood. I didn't have time for anything else except raising the children. But I've gotten things back slowly, especially over the past four or five years. I sent you links to read the letters I wrote to kids, no? You were so busy and didn't get to do it, multiple times, hence I let you off the hook." "Ya, you are such an interesting person. I love you to the core. I am so in love with you. Your writings... it has always been so fascinating, you would write about all that random stuff in your mind, your random thoughts, so beautiful... From your 'First English blog' to today, you are still you, the way you think, your attitude, nothing much has changed, but your English has gotten really good, very smooth now. Oh, oh, and those 'Conversations', lol, they are so funny! You basically were expressing what was on your mind in a monologue style, and I was just doing 'ah' 'oh' 'ya' 'right'... Hahahaha!"

I have never doubted that Raj would be on my side on anything I do, alright? Any wild things humans can imagine in today's society. It's only been a year since Raj finally started his own company, having the leisure of a relaxed and free mind, and the flexibility of time. Now that I have begun intensive writing about our exciting affairs, it's about time that Raj knows about it. And guess what, he absolutely loved the writings on the recent affairs and the fact that they were on my public blog, which was locatable. 

And ya, this is us. This is our story and legacy. 



Tuesday, May 27, 2025

Friday night

They happen to live in the same city as us, husband 44, wife 48, no children. Raj has been taking over the app lately and connected with them there. The previous Sunday, we met over brunch in our city village and talked nicely for two hours. I had a great chat with K, the wife. She was such a sweet woman, respectful, open-minded, kind, and warm. She holds a graduate degree in the History of Art from Columbia and has been working in this field for her entire life. 

Like most of us, she had been conditioned to accept a monogamous marriage as the default, but her husband, M, had always been in a sort of open relationship before meeting her. Out of love for him, she is now open to exploring, although she hadn't done much at all, only a three-way with one other woman. While M has kept two or three different partners over the years. They met around eight years ago, and since their first date, they've been inseparable; both knew they had found the person of their lives. 

Obviously, we had a great vibe during brunch. I talked about various issues: my story of being brainwashed, deconstructing and reconstructing myself over the course of 15 years; autocracy, political censorship and how it works, feasting on people's fear; monogamy is a man-made patriarchal societal construct, its sole purpose has been taking control over women's wombs and keeping them under men; patriarchy uses a set of language to exert power over women etc. She was pretty delighted conversing with me, "Oh ya, I have been trying to unburden myself from all that conditioning, such as jealousy a partner felt in a monogamy relationship. It all makes sense now, thank you for connecting all the dots for me!"

Since the brunch, the four of us have been in a group text chat, planning our first night out. It would be her first four-way. They invited us over to their house, which was merely 10 minutes away from ours. 

We arrived there Friday night at 8:30, a nice neighborhood with well-watered front lawns and fancy house lights. They were both at the door to receive us, we took off our shoes, and their house was neat and clean. One time I was telling my 20 y/o interest about what turned me on, "I like the guys being really, really clean, it turns me on. I like them to smell good. I like them to be clean and well-maintained, of course, that's on top of being respectful and kind. And I like how smart you are, it turns me on too." We have been invited to seven other (non-vanilla) houses before, including two single guys, four other couples, and one single woman. Surprisingly, the experiences at the single guys' and the couples' were excellent, with clean and well-arranged spaces, but the single woman's was a mess. There were breadcrumbs on her bed, she had a dusty box with all kinds of random toys and tools thrown in, and she didn't wash her toys after playing. Even today, after almost three years, we are still aghast when discussing it.

K and M's house was extremely pleasant. The floor was comfortable to walk on barefoot, as if it had just been mopped and vacuumed. That's how I keep my house at all times, even when my ACL was broken or I was just out of a gallbladder removal surgery. I've been to homes that are not so clean, you can avoid eating or sitting there, but you can't avoid walking on the floor. If there were dust, crumbs, or hair on the floor and at the corners, or if the floor surface was sticky, I would get goosebumps all over my body and be grossed out the entire time. Once I was in this new mommy friend's apartment, and she had a layer of hair and dust on the floor, I think I had consistent nightmares about it for the following three months. 

Because K works in the arts, their taste in interior design and decoration is exceptional. We examined all the art pieces hanging on their walls and went through all the exquisitely displayed objects on the table. I had genuine interest and appreciation for all of them, especially the pocket watches from M's great-great-great-grandfather, which were over 120 years old. They were kept in custom-made glass stands. M took them out and opened different delicate layers; they were in excellent condition and were still functioning well. Since M had no children, he would pass them to his nieces once they grew up. 

M usually sleeps early, by 9, he would be passed out, since he wakes up at 5 almost every day. But on Friday, he was determined to stay up. He had drunk three cups of coffee by 9. We all laughed delightedly at that. M was wearing a blue T-shirt that had "Three some" written on it. K said he had a good collection of those. The blue T-shirt was worn over a pair of transparent rainbow-colored beach pants, allowing the see-through underwear to be visible. It was pretty cute, to be honest. 

Earlier during our text exchange, K did mention that she was "demi", she needed a lot of familiarity and intimacy before penetration, which meant that there would not be much action down there for her, but ya, we would see. Raj had called me right after the text arrived. I explained the concept of "demi" to him, and he also conducted some research on it. While I was laughing at Raj, neither of us truly minded; we appreciated her honesty and would have loved to just hang out and build some friendship and intimacy anyway. K's attire reflected what she had in mind: black patterned yoga pants and a regular blouse, while I was in my ready-to-be-ripped-off see-through tight dress. In the world of patriarchy, free women are a rare find. Free, as well as attractive, kind, and warm - a near impossibility. Hence, we happily take in any woman who is strong enough to reach this far. 

After admiring all the art pieces in the house, we moved to their garage, where M had a whole weed operation going on. It was like in the movies, those greenhouses that harvest weeds. I inspected the two growing plants inside the zippable chambers, which are under bright white lights. The lights are on at night but off during the day to conserve energy. Next to them was a drying machine that allowed you to set the temperature and moisture level at specific times, enabling the leaves to be prepared. M also had a whole filtering system where he would make his own jelly and cream. He started explaining how the complicated filtering machine works while preparing a hookah-like smoke for us. "What are those containers for?" "Oh, these are substances to fertilize the... See, the soils are... and that's why the plants need..." 

I didn't understand a word he said, or they simply stopped registering in my mind anymore. Instead, I was feeling wet. When a man starts getting into his man-cave mode, showing me what he is obsessed with, what he has intensely been working on or building on, using all those technical terms that I have absolutely no idea of, I get wet. "Oh, what's your major in undergrad?" "I didn't go to college, I directly went to helicopter flying school, remember?" "Ya, he is that kind of person who doesn't need a degree. He is so freaking smart, whatever he is interested in, he will learn it by himself and be better than anybody else." K added in a loving and admiring tone. Oh right, M went to a helicopter flying school when he was 15 or 16, was a helicopter pilot for 10-20 years, then became an aerospace engineer. He learns everything on his own, and he excels in the arts, photography, and engineering. More, obviously, wait for me to uncover. Yes, smart guys, get me wet each and every time. 

While I was quietly getting wet, inspecting all the neatly kept glass containers, I also realized that M was at least 6'1" with a nice body build. Not as fit as all four of my single guys, a little bit of belly, but fit enough to be married at the age of 44. What's with the above 6 feet and me? I swear I don't have a thing for a man's height at all, but somehow, the most compatible ones for me are all over 6 feet. My first love was 6, which is why I easily fall in love with guys who resemble him. However, the resemblance should be a comprehensive package: body build, facial hair, the way they move and talk, and the way they look into my eyes. The guy I was in love with perfectly resembled my first love, in every way: the way he talked and moved, the way he whispered in my ear, his voice and tone, the way he looked into my eyes, ahh, the way he looked into my eyes...his clean-shaven face, his smooth skin, how he felt in my hands, his body build, and last, his height, 5'11. So see, I don't have a thing for a man's height, the number itself doesn't mean anything. 

They really wanted to sit outside in their garden for a while, so we went. What a heavenly little garden! A small patch of grass surrounded by fruit plants in pots, at the center of the grass was a set of cozy sofas under a grass-roofed wooden canopy. Ivy and flowers hang from the roof, covering the four sides. After their wedding, they thought to themselves, "Why did we have our wedding ceremony in the other venue? We could just have it here in our own backyard!" With all the hanging ivy and flowers, it did feel like a perfect little wedding arbor. 

They brought out thick blankets and furry robes. M put on his own, while I put on K's. They said their friend, who was an artist, had handmade these robes. They helped cut, sew, and fill up the inner with cotton. Those two robes came with matching furry cat ears; they demonstrated how to purr and hiss. M kept calling K his "kitty cat". This couple is so absolutely adorable; most importantly, they are in a stable relationship where they respect and love each other. With years of experience, we have found that only when two people genuinely care for each other and prioritize the other's needs do they provide the best experience when meeting with us.  

It would be K's first four-way; we three all naturally put her in the center of the experience. The smartest thing to do: only if she were provided a fulfilling experience, she would agree to go back to it. We sat together on the sofa for a while, with M and I in the center, K and Raj on opposite sides. M was clever cause he didn't make a move on me at all while sitting next to me. We maintained a very decent conversational flow among the four of us. We talked about gardening, arts, fruit trees, and all kinds of random stuff, with respect and warmth. Instead of me, M's hands were stretched out on Raj's shoulder, massaging and rubbing him.  

Eventually, we moved indoors. M directed us to enter the door to his bedroom. They had separate bedrooms since K couldn't tolerate M's nighttime noise. M's bedroom was immaculate too; things were arranged neatly, including the closet, the clothes were tidily folded. We were invited to his bed. A clean space, bedsheets and blankets felt fresh. M started music from his working station opposite his bed with two big screens and some could-be-interesting objects on the table. His taste in music is similar to mine; those beats and sounds were what I would love to dig out from the vast internet. He said it was an auto-play from Spotify. 

For the next entire hour, we four were lying in M's bed, having the most advanced foreplay I've ever experienced. K and I were in the middle. At first, Raj was behind me, M was behind K. At some point, they switched, so M was behind me and Raj was behind K. K and I were touching each other, trying out kisses too. I made efforts on kissing her lips, caressing her body, and later on moved to fondling her breasts and nipping her nipples. I would compliment how pretty she was, how sweet she tasted, and how soft, as well as firm, her body felt in my hands. At the same time, the two guys were working on us. M had a collection of different fabrics, each with its own unique texture: some were furry, some feathery, some silky, and some ropy. He used each one of them to run through my entire body. He took the sweet time to conduct this foreplay that we were entirely unfamiliar with: endless intimacy and stimulation. 

Whenever K went to the restroom or changed clothes, the two guys would work on me together. Because M was experienced and patiently took the time to warm me up, Raj did the same. He has always been a quick learner, and each play adds more experience and skills. They took turns eating me. I love a different approach each time from various men and women, that's the point of this exploration, no? I loved how M gently ate me for 20 to 30 minutes nonstop, and he added his fingers later. Many women would cum with fingering. Therefore, a lot of men love to try to make us cum with their fingers. But I can never. As a matter of fact, most men's hands move too fast and too roughly for me. I can't take it, I always push their hands away. M was gentle enough, stimulating too, and made me moan a little. He had been working hard to try to make me cum, but Raj told him I would need a lot of penetration to achieve that.

The four of us were all thoughtful and intelligent enough to understand and practice proper rotations. We were dividing our attentions among the other three so nobody would feel left out. This was by far the best four-way experience Raj and I have ever had. 

While M was giving love and attention to his beloved wife, Raj was loving me as well as trying to make me cum. I was stimulated enough during the foreplay, and cumming was very easy. I screamed for a whole thirty seconds. M and K were utterly amazed by it. They had never seen a woman cum so intensely, it was fulfilling for them to witness. "Tomorrow, our neighbors will give us the look indicating that we had a lot of sex last night and they heard it." "Oh ya, I'm pretty sure our neighbors can hear us every night even though our houses are spread out." "I want you to train me and one day I also want to cum like that!" 

Although there was no penetration for K, Raj and she had quality time bonding. "She is a passionate kisser. She kissed me intensely, and she loved it. She was dripping wet, and I felt it with her pants on." Later on, Raj told me. I am glad, and hopefully, one day she will feel ready. With M's fingers and tongue getting inside of me deeper, my legs were open wider and wider, and I was yearning for more. I gave M head to get him ready. Raj had been training me to give head, "Most of the time, it's not about the depth, but the suction." With M's hand gently pushing a little, I was sure I gave a pretty good head for him. At some point when K was out of the room, I was holding both of the men's, one in each hand, stroking and fondling with both. The two were the exact same size, and it was pronounced when they were put side by side like that. The two men were lying head to head next to each other, enjoying being pampered by the same woman at the same time. They were also showing affection for each other by massaging and caressing, as well as kissing. 

Then M was in me for the next entire hour. I had spotting, but he didn't care. He ate me for a long time, fingered me nonstop, and finally, he was in me. In a way that nobody would feel left out, or feel that we two were having too much fun. Penetration is my favorite; nothing compares. All that other stuff was merely foreplay for me. For men, too, I bet. M is hung, I didn't know until I knew. The 8 inches of fullness in me, with their big and strong body so close to mine, holding, hugging, kissing, and loving me, heaven. The way M was with me felt like making love, and that's my absolute favorite. Every time, good sex like this reminds me how much I love sex and how good it feels. Raj said women who truly enjoy sex, in an utterly nonapologetic and free way, were extremely rare, and absolutely precious. I am one of them. 

M wanted me to cum again, he wanted to be inside of me while I cum, so he can feel it. He was using his fingers to help, but I did need my vibrator. We were left alone in M's room for another half an hour, so eventually M gave in and finished himself. Gentlemen always would ask me right before cumming, "Can I cum?" "Ya sure!" They all wore protection, and I already cum, of course they can use my body to cum. He waited for me to recover, kissed and rubbed my back until he reminded me to join the other two outside. To be honest, I love men who are in stable relationships with their partners the most, because they know how to love us, they have the patience and skills. 

Yup, this was our Friday night, and I do hope K loved the experience, so we will have more adventures with them in the future ;)




Friday, May 23, 2025

Thursday afternoon

I'm still a little disgusted by the memory of that guy's whole mouth in mine, his tongue all over mine. It also comes with his body odor, that strong smell coming from his entire body, head to toe. I knew Thursday afternoon was going to be bad. Of course, I knew, I knew it the moment I finished scanning his figure right after he walked into that Panera. But I sucked it up, because this Indian has so much time that he gets many random women to bring to the table. And he does make an effort, for example, he drove more than one hour to meet us, while it was only 15 minutes away from our house. The good thing is, Raj also couldn't take the smell, his tolerance level is lower than mine in anything, to be honest; so whenever Raj decides that it's not worth it, no matter who he can bring with, I will already be clapping my hands, nodding my head and leading the way, "Let's get the fuck outta here."

His figure is not too bad at all, tall, 6'1, some belly, slightly on the chubby side, very handsome face. But the fact that he is not 100% fit with no extra fat, disqualifies him in all senses, well, for me. What can I say, I'm a spoiled brat. I'm used to all muscles, but no fat at all. He was like, "You have the most beautiful eyes. When I saw your profile, I didn't notice anything else, except your eyes, bla bla bla." Ya, man, you are just that lazy to read through my profile. Sexy eye my ass. He would spend extended time gazing into my eyes while complimenting them. I would happily accept the challenge and gaze back into his eyes, for as long as his eyes were on mine. I have absolutely no shyness for random people like him. I was listening to his bla bla bla and laughing in my head, "So much bullshit, man, you drama queen, thinking yourself to be so skilled and superior at this game of getting women. Well, as long as you bring along women, I fucking suck up for anything. Sexy eye my ass, as if you could fuck my eyes. I have never met a man who would be satisfied by looking into my eyes. Unless, unless you can't do it, lol. Maybe you are like that? I bet you are like that! Based on my experience with Indians! Thinking you could use your eyes to trap me. Who the fuck you think you are? Tom Cruise? And who the fuck you think I am? 13-year-old virgin? Lol."

He is married to a beautiful Indian wife, works in IT, and works from home, so he has plenty of time to play around. He and his wife are in a kinda open relationship. His wife is fucking her boss several times a week, like a boyfriend in an affair, and he has a list of 6, 7 women. Most of them are wives who are fucking behind husbands' back. He would be called upon when husbands are traveling. He picked up all those women from app, or randomly in the street. He would look into random women's eyes and make a connection, lol! He does have a handsome and pleasing face, and he is tall too. One wife he met in a restaurant, then again the next day in Costco, so they exchanged phone numbers. I salute his selfless services. I mean, I do get such people a lot while walking around, in Costco or Safeway or wherever, but will I accept any of them? Absolutely no. I fucking run away. I need a channel to pick whoever I want from hundreds, maybe thousands, of applicants. I need them to write a good description, I need an online vibe check, then an in-person vibe check, and then negative test results to proceed with any form of play. I. am. not. desperate.   
 
He said, "I am a Gujarati; my dad owns a hotel. Look, that's my new BMW." I was laughing my ass off, had never met a person so deeply stuck in his own shit and the stinky worldly turds, "Ya ya, get out of here, as if I don't live among millionaires and billionaires. All I have been seeing and hearing all day is people with money, a loooooot of money, out of your imagination, man." 

He doesn't use his real name or phone number. He booked the hotel for Thursday afternoon, but only received cash from us. More than being annoyed, Raj and I felt super funny about this behavior. Seriously, how high does he think about himself? Papa owns a hotel and maintains a pious image of the family, so he should protect it with all he can? In such a family business, reputation and image are everything! Then be a good boy and stop fucknig around! Lol! Raj and I discussed this hundreds of times, and we. do. not. give. a. fuck. We do not give a fuck if my nude photos and videos are everywhere in the dark web or white web, we do not give a fuck if all of our friends and family and acquaintances and people in business know everything about it, because Raj and I are together, we are a team, we are simply enjoying our life journey together with love and respect to each other and to all the people who we exchange body fluid with. Who do the others think they are? Lol, want to join us? Maybe just watch? Lol! 

As predicted, he tried to chat (groom) with me online. I have absolutely not even one minute or an inch of patience for you, maaan. Please save it for other wives still trapped in their picture-perfect marriages. I mean, the patriarchal society is the ultimate culprit for the unlimited amount of unhappiness. Still, some women are genuinely free and hard-boned, like me, who dare to exist and live however we want, out of your imagination, obviously. So, ya, there's no point in trying to match up to people like me. 





The woman this Indian guy arranged for Thursday afternoon is a white woman in her late 50s. She has been married to a black woman for over 20 years, but started exploring recently. Before marriage, she had had sex with men; she is more bisexual than a lesbian. Raj loves older women, so it will work out just fine. She met this Indian one and a half months ago, and they have been playing together, just the two of them. This would be the first time she has ever been with more than one person in bed. 

We were 15-20 minutes late because of the kids' classes. The time all four of us had was Thursday afternoon from 3ish to 6ish. For us, it's actually from 4:30 to 7:30. We arrived at around 4:20. The woman seemed very nice, open-minded, chill, and attractive in the sense of a very well-maintained figure. Turned out she swims 4-5 times a week. 

I'm always the most relaxed and chilled, and if you start hearing me bragging about the guys I have been with, you would know that I don't like you that much, or I don't really care about your opinions at all, if you are a man. Well, that's about most men I met, with minimal exceptions. Ya, I started bragging about the guys I have, the young ones. "Ya, 22, 26, 20. Yup, the youngest is 20. Well, what can I say? I like the young ones, they won't stop, hahahah!" "But her best are the mid-30s." Raj added. "Ya, exactly, my best are mid-30s. Because they are mature enough and most of the time better maintained, because they are financially better off! My friends have been telling me that I'm doing a great service in raising the younger generations hahahha!" 

Hence, the mood was made. Raj went ahead smoothly. She hasn't had a penetrational style of sex for more than 20 years; she couldn't take that much, but it was okay for a while. But this guy, lol, this guy couldn't. He said it was because of my spotting (IUD). Well, whatever you say. I was like, "Yaa, of course, no worries! Although none of my guys mind this, sometimes they make a crime scene out of it, lol." I was delighted he couldn't, because his thing for me was almost nonexistent, plus I was merely sucking it up so my husband would be happy and would support my other endeavors. During our first in-person vibe check, he showed us a photo, bragging about his thing. In my mind, I was like, "Dude, do you know how many thousands of them I have seen before? I used to receive hundreds per day. And they don't mean nothing! Unless you say it out loud, the length, etc, sending me a photo means absolutely nothing. Anybody with a 3 could take a photo like that." Then he stayed no more than 1-1.5 without being hard the whole time. I was like, "Wow, this is what it's like to be in that category. I am entirely unfamiliar with this! All I have seen, for my whole life, before this adventure, is a giant. And now, I have only seen more in this adventure, but not less. The guys who matched up to my husband's, they called themselves bulls, well-endowed, hung. The guys I happened to keep are all in this category. But you know what, it's not about the size, it's never about the size, but about your dad's hotel, your new BMW, your heritage from your dad, and your eye-talk. On the contrary, men really don't care about women's sizes, because there are so many places in our bodies that they can get in, and their minds are laser-focused on getting in. But until the day you see men systemically discriminated and wholeheartedly humiliated because of their things, exactly like how women are bullied and humiliated because of our bodies, we are still very much living in a patriarchy. In a society that is not patriarchal, men with insignificant things would be deselected over time and naturally die out, all men standing today would have ginormous possessions. But you will be just fine, dude, with your dad's hotel, your new BMW, your Y chromosome in DNA, you will be just fine, getting whoever you want and waving your thing on the faces of whoever you want, with sexy eyes." 

Raj took a long shower because of the smell this guy's body produced. I don't think Raj could take it many more times. He said, "You know, in my family, we don't have this gene; it's widespread in India, for sure, but luckily not among our family." I was like, "Oh sure... I'm not sure if I could take it; maybe love would conquer everything?! lol..." He was like, "And you know what, in my family, we also have huge ones, it's in the genes. I've seen all my cousins in the village; everybody has a giant!" "Oh, really? Hmmm..." I just couldn't stop laughing in the car, seeing a frustrated but proud Raj. 

Will there be a next time with this guy and one of his women? Only Raj will decide, lol!

How I looked in a hotel with Raj. 
People must have thought this guy got a hot young one from somewhere, 
behind his wife's back.
People must have wondered how much I charged for head vs full service.
People always overthink and miss the point, 
and I always enjoy their wild imaginations, lol!

Wednesday, May 21, 2025

Overwhelmed, but life goes on

I am definitely overwhelmed currently. Raj has been at it full on. Somehow, he found many couples to play with on Thursday and Friday! They are all quite nice people, highly educated, and intellectual. I had so much to talk with one of the women who has a graduate degree in Art History from Columbia. Her husband used to be an aerospace engineer. Both are in their early 40s, live in the same city as us, 10 minutes away. A little beautiful garden with many flowers and weeds that we can pluck and smoke lol. This will be Friday, and we will go to their house since they have no children.  

Raj also went ahead and planned with my guy! He asked me many, many times before. Each time, I hesitated like a chicken; I was like, "No, no, no, I can't." But over the past two weeks, I have asked him two times for the same night in an emergency. Guess who urged me to ask? Ya, Raj. Luckily, with my guy, planning needs to be done a few weeks, at least ten days before. Think I don't know about that? That's why I asked! Knowing it won't be him. And I sent messages in our group chat so Raj could see them. But Raj eventually planned with him and told me, "You are welcome."😭

I was like, "Did you guys have my consent planning it?" 😭

Of course, I want to see my guy. Nobody knows how much I have been wanting it. But I don't know how to react when I see him. Raj was like, "Should I cancel then?" I was like, "Oh no no, don't...." 😭

From now till then, I will have to practice... I got almost two weeks...

I will have to train or trick my mind into a state of absolute calm and nonchalance in the sight of him. I will have to come up with a list of things about him so I can go over it from time to time to remind myself that no matter how much I feel about him, he stays cool about me, so you also be cool about him, girl!! I will have to look into myself, see how gorgeous and arousing my body is, like a sex goddess, and keep reminding myself that's why all guys want to have their hands on you!! I am an experience, I am the ultimate definition of "fuckable". And they are an experience for me too, being in their strong arms, soaking in their sweat, cum, and satisfaction, the cosmic connection between us at that moment. Then we can go back to our separate lives and continue whatever we were doing. Everything should be confined to that specific time and space. 

If I can get through this, I shall officially graduate. I will graduate into a man who is privileged in our society, a society that has put these principles into practice since the birth of men: separating bodily experience from emotions. 

Hope I graduate! 😭

They can easily do it - A is A, B is B, everything is factual. It could be the society, maybe it's just the way their brains are wired. But for us, we often take A and B with us, and after we leave the room, they start fermenting in our imagination, sprout, and flourish into entirely different shapes, maybe Z and Y. It's a powerful ability, don't get me wrong. However, our society is not made to foster and encourage such an ability; it deems it inferior. The infrastructures of our culture make preying and feasting on people who naturally possess such an ability legitimate and a piece of cake. Hence, what, say it out loud with me, we should suppress it, if you want to be a good player in this world, their world. 

Therefore, the first and most important tactic in dealing with this issue is refraining from conversing, online and offline. Conversations are the soil for fermentation. Talk your heart out with people who are safe, safe like a stone wall of a fortress on high hills where nothing could penetrate. Fine, there surely will be conversations filling up the breaks. Play brain dead then, act dumb, act insensitive, act obnoxious. They can conveniently curl the iron curtains up to feast on you, and they will, for sure, uncurl them once they are done, leaving you in the cold and dark. Build your own iron wall, build a switch too, and learn to control it. Imagine it as a performance. Ya, exactly, trick your brain to think it's all just a performance, then you will put yourself through it, no matter what.

I think I'm getting there slowly, a little more practice, and I'm good to go.